"Eh-" Steve sat up with a pout, also very uncharacteristic, but he'd do what he had to keep Tony here. Whenever he was gone (which wasn't often, he had been very good about keeping him company, it was true) it was just long empty hours. Steve had all ready blown through one sketchbook before they took it away so his wrist could rest properly.
Maybe he was being selfish though, and he winced a little at the mention of Happy. "Sit, sit," he sighed, "I'll be the model patient, cross my heart."